Chapter Text
“Do you understand?”
Naruto kept his eyes on the wooden table, not moving from his position. He heard clothes rustle, and two steps on the cold stone floor. Then there was a finger beneath his chin.
He swallowed, awaiting the words.
“Answer me, boy. Do you understand?”
His eyes found Sasuke’s. Steady and unwavering amidst his shaky breaths.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Sasuke nodded and the finger left, Naruto’s head dropping forward without the support. His wrists tingled, clasped tightly behind his back.
“Good. You may move your arms. And don’t forget to count.”
Naruto’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Sasuke’s voice was stern, tinged with a deep dark flavour, so rich and thick, he wanted to bathe in the heat it sent down his spine.
He moved, buzzing fingertips reaching for the instructions right next to the stack of origami papers. Naruto had never done this before. His heart pounded in his chest but he didn’t dare turn around, aware of almost black eyes following his every move.
The first one barely counted as a bird, much less a crane. But there was no protest, so Naruto counted, “One.”
The second was wonky, with too many folds, making its body bulge because he messed up along the way. He had been unwilling to give up.
Sasuke stayed quiet, even though the following attempts all resulted in various states of broken wings and crooked heads, and Naruto started to relax, loosening his shoulders.
The eighth sheet ripped right down the middle with a terrible sound.
Sasuke clicked his tongue.
“You know what that means?”
Naruto nodded, flinching at another click.
“Sorry, Daddy. I ruined a good sheet.”
Sasuke’s breath swept over his bare shoulder.
“And?”
He swallowed, straightening his back.
“I turn the wheel of fortune, deconstruct one crane of the chosen colour and follow the instructions.”
Thick fingers threaded through his hair and Naruto leaned into them on instinct, earning himself a chuckle. His chest warmed at the sound.
“Good boy. Turn the wheel.”
The hand pushed and Naruto’ head bounced forwards, nose almost hitting the wood. He clenched his teeth.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He picked up the small wheel and turned the plastic needle, watching enraptured, his heart beating erratically.
Red.
Naruto looked at his handiwork. There were two red bird-like paper creatures. He closed his eyes and chose one, trying not to rip the paper again.
Choose a remote-controlled toy. Vibrator or cock ring. Present Daddy with it and follow his instructions.
Choices. Sasuke had told him he would have those. He could choose the crane when he messed up. He would get to make a wish when he got to a thousand paper birds.
Naruto looked up and right into Sasuke’s face. His eyes were calm, warm but stern.
They had talked about this. He knew what was coming. He knew he deserved it and he was looking forward to it but also…
“So?”
Naruto’s hands felt clammy.
“I…I choose…”
Sasuke stepped closer and Naruto shuddered.
“Yes, baby boy?”
“I want the vibrator, please. Daddy.”
He looked up again at the last word, meeting Sasuke’s gaze. The corners of his mouth turned up, just the slightest bit. It was enough. Enough to twist Naruto’s insides and loosen the tightness in his chest. He took a deep breath and smiled. “May I put it in myself?”
Sasuke’s fingertips electrified his spine. Knob by knob until Naruto sucked in a loud and trembling breath.
“No. Bend over and spread yourself for me.”
Naruto closed his eyes. Fuck. And this had only just begun.
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“That’s it for today.”
The vibrator stopped and Naruto breathed out. He had messed up twice more, causing the toy inside him to be turned on, then his nipples to be clamped for ten minutes. It was okay, it was.
Naruto looked down at the 57 paper cranes he had folded tonight. Around the thirtieth sheet of paper, it had dawned on him that Sasuke had planned this for a long time. The bastard had watched him demand things without punishing him, had let himself be teased when they were out and Naruto decided to pole dance, had…
A warm hand clasped his neck, stroking up and down the tense sinewy threads of muscles.
“You did well. Clean yourself and the toy. I’ll prepare dinner.”
Naruto hummed, leaning back and closing his eyes. It would take him forever to finish this task. 1000 paper cranes, that was, that was torture. And he was not allowed to touch himself or cum until it was done.
Sasuke had created a game of patience for him. One of teasing and denial. One that would keep him waiting for months. Naruto loved it. Hated it.
The hand pushed against the back of his head and Naruto blinked himself out of his daze.
“Come on, boy.”
There was an ugly squelching sound when his bare legs left the chair. It pulled his skin and Naruto bit down on his tongue to withhold the pained hiss. Shit. How long had he been sitting here, naked, folding paper upon paper? At least they started resembling actual cranes by now.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”
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Sasuke patted his head slowly, strong fingers carding through damp hair with steady precision.
“Good boy. You’ve been doing so well today.”
It was their third session, the first one on a weekend and Naruto’s whole body trembled. He lost count too often to recollect which failure did what, but his head was spinning and he needed to close his eyes.
Naruto took a deep breath, burying his nose into the soft fabric of Daddy’s sweater, letting rough fingertips soothe his burning scalp.
“Such an obedient pet, my baby boy.”
Sasuke’s words warmed Naruto’s chest, slowing his heartbeat and the way his stomach turned. They did nothing to change the sweaty feeling all over him, didn’t stop his nipples from aching, nor did they erase the painfully sensitive feeling of the now still toy against his prostate. Naruto knew he was leaking. His cock had been hard pretty much all day and now…
It felt like a betrayal.
Soft and dry lips descended upon his clammy temple. Naruto exhaled with a shudder.
“It’s alright, baby. Relax. Are you okay?”
Naruto nodded. The sweater caught on his stubble, rubbing against his ruddy cheek like sandpaper.
He grunted at the tug on his hair. Then there was another and he forced himself to look up.
Sasuke smiled and Naruto’s heart expanded.
“Use your words.”
His voice was soft, kind. Such a difference from the commands he’d given minutes ago. Naruto shivered.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m fine. I feel dirty, though.”
He wanted an orgasm as well but he knew mentioning that would backfire, so he didn’t. Small victories. Sasuke chuckled and pressed his lips into the damp temple once more.
“Let’s get you cleaned up then.”
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“245.”
He was sweating. His fingers hurt. He never knew moving his hands could cause pain like this.
“246.”
Sasuke watched him like a hawk and it didn’t help. The paper slipped through his fingers and he fumbled with it before catching the half-finished bird, carefully stroking it back into position.
247.
Naruto licked his lips, blinked and pulled the legs of the crane.
“248.”
Sasuke’s steps on the stone floor stilled and Naruto suppressed a wince.
“Wrong.”
Shit. He’d been so careful and hadn’t messed up for almost twenty pieces after failing just as many in a row, but it was hard. He was fucking hard. Daddy had edged him twice today and Naruto missed the hot sensation of his mouth on his dick.
The wheel stopped turning.
Yellow.
His dick throbbed.
He’d understood the pattern by now. Red cranes usually had a task in them concerning the vibrator. Blue cranes contained pain, like nipple twisting, clamping or spanks on his ass. Orange papers were all about edges. Somehow he had managed to not encounter a green one yet, but a yellow one? Yellow was…
“Choose now, boy. We don’t have all day.”
Naruto swallowed and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. Yellow cranes contained Naruto’s worst enemy.
Choose a toy. Wear it for the duration of three cranes.
When he turned around, Sasuke held out his hands, each containing a small metal rod, one bigger, the other twisting in a delicate spiral. Naruto closed his eyes.
Fuck.
Sasuke knew him too well. Naruto looked up, eyes wet and pleading. Sasuke closed his fist around the right toy. Metal clinked against metal as he put the other one away.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Naruto groaned as he obeyed. His balls felt heavy, full and drawn up, ready at any moment. Daddy knelt in front of him and his whole body tensed. He hated this. He hated this. The pain was one thing. Endurance he could live with. It was torturous in testing his impatience but it was fine. Only…
Rough hands massaged his thighs. Warm lips pressed into the tender skin. His muscles jumped.
“Do it, please.”
He wanted it over with. He didn’t want to wait and be teased. He wanted…
Sasuke sighed, kissing the inside of Naruto’s thigh again, his knees cracking as he stood. One of his hands cupped Naruto’s jaw.
“No, I won’t.”
Naruto’s eyes filled with tears.
The vibrations stopped.
Sasuke’s other hand joined the first one on his face, immobilising Naruto. He held his breath.
"Shhh, it’s alright, baby. You did nothing wrong.”
But he did, didn’t he? He was unable to fulfill the demand. He wouldn’t get his wish now. He didn’t complete the punishment, he failed more cranes than he finished today and…
Sasuke drew him in and Naruto sobbed as he was held.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s not your fault.”
Naruto’s tears wet Daddy’s shirt.
“I shouldn’t have scheduled another session this soon.”
Maybe. But he wanted it. He wanted to continue, to pick up where they left off, he wanted…
Sasuke pressed his lips into Naruto’s hair insistently.
“I know, baby, I know. Let’s get you in the bath, shall we?”
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They decided to keep it at a maximum of two sessions per week, with only one of them permitted to be on the weekend.
That not only meant that it would take even longer for Naruto to finish his task of folding a thousand of the tiny paper birds. It also implied that Sasuke wouldn’t be as easy on him as he had been the past weekend anymore. And that thought both scared and excited Naruto endlessly.
He dried the last plate and put it back into the cupboard, swinging his hips to the music coming from a little pocket radio in the corner of their kitchen. It was old, most likely older than himself but it had belonged to his father and Naruto liked the metallic sound it made, so unlike the clear sounds modern players produced. It had something…nostalgic and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to it.
The door to their bathroom squeaked and Naruto’s eyes went to the clock on instinct. Sasuke said he’d be home earlier tonight, opening up the possibility of a longer session. It was Wednesday, so there would be enough time before the weekend, and Naruto…
He licked his lips, listening to the muffled footsteps through the kitchen door, counting down from five.
Five.
Something scratched on the stone floor, probably Sasuke’s work bag he’d slid behind the wardrobe to not have to see it anymore.
Four.
Naruto’s breath picked up and he closed his eyes.
Three.
The door opened quietly, stirring the air and making Naruto shiver.
Two.
The steps were so close now that Naruto’s head automatically moved in the direction they came from.
One.
A warm hand moved his hair to the side. It’s been getting longer, almost past his shoulders. Naruto tilted his head submissively.
Zero.
Dry lips dragged along thin skin. He was sure Sasuke could feel his pulse thrumming under it, calling for him, his touches, his words.
“I trust you prepared yourself?”
Daddy’s voice. Naruto melted into it, stepping back into waiting arms, allowing his knees to give way, to lean in, to breathe.
“I did.”
A kiss as light as a feather, lingering for too many and too few seconds all at once.
“Good boy. Now, finish here and get into position.”
Naruto bit his lip, relishing Sasuke’s warmth for two more seconds before straightening himself with a jerk.
“Of course, Daddy.”
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“Noooo.”
The chuckle behind him was deep and too dark to be humorous.
“What is it, boy?”
“You…”
His voice strained and immediately there was a hand in his hair, burying deep into it, gripping close to the scalp.
“…I?”
Naruto swallowed, fingers fumbling with the almost torn paper.
“You distracted me!”
Again with that stupid chuckle that made the hairs on Naruto’s arms stand on end, electrified by promises not yet made.
“Oh, I did? What a shame.”
He loved this. Naruto had dreaded the moment but he knew Sasuke loved it. Seeing him squirm, sweaty fingertips stained with various colours of the origami papers he’d been folding.
Daddy’s lips fell on his shoulder, breath ghosting down over his nipple. Naruto shuddered and clenched his thighs.
Lips turned into teeth and Naruto hissed as Sasuke bit down, sharp pain coursing through him, ripping the paper in two for real now.
Fuck. And he’d been doing so good.
Which was probably the reason Sasuke started distracting him. Naruto had been folding the cranes meticulously, only messing up three times in the past two hours. Which still meant he had to endure three punishments in addition to the permanent ones acquired in previous sessions. But still no green. He had to admit that he was…no. No, he was not curious. He wanted to keep folding, he wanted to keep going.
He had been edged and teased and denied for almost a month now, played with again and again with no chance of release. His whole body screamed every time Sasuke inched the vibrator inside him, angling it perfectly.
“Turn the wheel.”
The words were a whisper, raspy and dangerous.
Naruto blinked the sweat out of his eyes, licking his salty yet dry lips.
Orange.
Oh no. Oh shit, no.
“Go on, boy. Choose.”
A predator. Daddy was a predator and Naruto walked right into his traps every single time, and the worst part? Most of the time, he saw them coming. Just as he did now, reading the instructions on the unwrapped paper, knowing that if they didn’t end the session after this, he’d lose all his progress.
“Choose a song. Daddy will stroke you to the beat of it. He will not stop until it’s done. You may ask for anything you might need to keep yourself from cumming.”
Sasuke didn’t even give him time to think before his fingers were back in his hair, lips moving directly against his ear lobe, free hand shamelessly feeling him up, moving down over his jumping muscles.
“So? What will it be, baby boy? Choose wisely.”
Naruto trembled. If he chose an upbeat song, he might be able to get more pain out of it due to his sensitivity from being hard for so long which might help to stave off his orgasm. It also meant self-afflicted torture though. If he chose a slower song, he would have to endure less stimulation but more precise movements, making it harder to keep himself in check. He also had to keep in mind that this would last for the entire song, too, so rhythm changes, song lenght, and…
Sasuke grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed.
“Ng…aaaaah.”
“Choose. Now.”
His knuckles turned white. He didn’t even realize he’d grabbed the edge of the table.
“But I…how…?”
“Now.”
Naruto looked up and Sasuke’s eyes had become pitch black. Shadows of the evening light danced across his face, making him look sinister.
This. This was the Daddy he knew he’d been poking. This was the Daddy he got.
“Nameless.”
He could taste the pause in Sasuke’s breath.
“Stevie Howie?”
Naruto nodded.
“Are you sure?”
Their eyes met and his blurry vision focused on the concerned lines he knew had appeared on Sasuke’s face.
“You’ve got me, Daddy.”
He didn’t expect the deep kiss and the low growl he received but he welcomed them nonetheless.
“Always.”
He regretted it. As soon as the music started and Daddy’s lubricated hand touched Naruto’s cock, following the fast rhythm of the background beat, he regretted it.
His head fell back with a groan. Daddy's hand didn’t stroke him all the way, staying at the tip, alternating between light and hard pressured movements. It was aggravating. It was torture. Sweet fucking torture and Naruto moaned.
“Feeling good, boy?”
The clenching of his abdominal muscles said yes.
The trembling and jumping of his thighs screamed no.
Focus.
Naruto breathed, listening to his own heartbeat, to the way his breath rushed through his teeth.
Daddy twisted his wrist, covering him down to the base and Naruto’s back bowed with a strangled gurgle.
“Nnggggh.”
Daddy didn’t stop.
Normally, when he was edged, Daddy would stop now, knowing how close he was, to give him a few seconds of reprieve. Not this time, not now. His whole body shook and seized. Daddy’s heavy hand pressed down on his stomach.
“Hold it.”
He tried. He godforsaken fucking tried. Naruto bit down on his tongue, focused on the pain of sensitivity. Focused on breathing into his stomach, holding it. Holding it.
The music flowed into him, words wrapping around his thoughts, invading his mind. Maybe. Maybe that would…
Naruto refocused. Breathed. Let the words filter through him, moaned into the pain pf the past it brought up, sweaty unwelcome pranks gripping him, so long ago.
It worked. The edge subsided, even though Daddy never stopped stroking him, steady and good, too good. Painfully so.
I’m safe. He’s here. Daddy’s got me. Daddy won’t let anyone hurt me.
The beat changed. The hand on his cock was joined by a second one, cold lube making him gasp and arch.
“Hah ah.”
Pressure. He didn’t know what it was and where but it was soft and warm and dry against his clammy skin.
“Easy, baby. Breathe.”
Daddy's voice was soft, kind. Naruto leaned into it, almost forgetting about the pinpricks of needles every stroke on his dick sent up his spine. Focusing. Listening.
In and out.
“That’s it. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
No. No one can hurt me now.
Pain shot through him, muscles reacting, forcing his body to jerk upwards.
“Aaaaah!”
“Your pain is mine. You’re mine.”
Naruto fell back, panting and shaking. The music teetered out, Daddy’s dangerous voice floating above it, pulling Naruto in.
“And I’d never hurt you.”
No. Yes. He promised.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and when he breathed in, it was wet. Drool or snot, he didn’t know. He didn’t even notice the hands on his cock were gone until strong arms pulled him up and in.
Naruto shook.
“Shh. You did so well. I’m proud of you. My baby boy. My pet. So gorgeous when you let go.”
Only with you. Only ever with you. I love you, Daddy.
He ruined five more of the 317 cranes he had made and gained one more edge before Daddy had mercy.
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“Are we getting impatient now, boy?”
Naruto suppressed a growl—or whatever that low throaty sound was, he made whenever he was annoyed and desperate and frustrated and…
Yes. Yes, he was losing his patience and he could hear the glee it caused in Sasuke. He knew he had been waiting for this moment, it was the sole reason why he had chosen something like this to punish Naruto with. Even if it wasn’t an actual punishment.
He sighed, laying the paper down and closing his eyes. His chest expanded with the next breath, trying to rid himself of the pressure there.
“No.”
Daddy laughed. Naruto clenched his hand into a fist on top of his naked thigh, glad to have no delicate paper between his fingers anymore.
The reprimand was clear.
“…Yes.”
Of course , he was getting impatient. For nearly two months now, he folded cranes upon cranes. They were stored in colour-coded boxes in the office and every time he saw them, it made his heart ache.
He loved the activity. He loved the challenge. Naruto even loved the punishments, but right now? Sitting here, stark naked, glued to the chair by his own sweat, prostate abused for hours, sore and numb, aroused and desperate, needy and defiant and…all of it at the same time.
Yeah, okay, he loved it even more.
Daddy’s steps closed in on him, firm hands on his shoulders.
“One more.”
Naruto nodded, picking up the stubborn blue crane and starting to undo the last step.
In.
Folding once. Twice. Again on the other side.
Out.
Pulling the legs down carefully, making sure the wings expanded, lifting the bird to blow into the tiny hole on its back, watching its belly round up.
“500.”
The hands on his shoulders tightened.
“Wrong.”
Fuck.
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Green.
Naruto stared at the wheel, his heart pumping erratically. He’d never had a green one. For some reason, they were rather scarce and there were only two green tiles on the wheel.
He swallowed.
Sasuke tapped the table twice.
“What are you waiting for, boy?”
Nothing. A sign. He didn’t know. Naruto wriggled his fingers, trying to shake off the stiffness after making over fifty cranes. All the green ones he’d done were in the office. Unfortunately, that meant walking across the apartment with an insistently buzzing vibrator inside his abused ass, and that was fine. It had to be fine. But when he finally managed to stand and the toy shifted, Naruto doubled over, groaning.
Daddy chuckled. Naruto’s dick pulsed, dripping.
Shit.
Every step was torture. The vibrator wasn’t even that big but it had so many stages and some of them…
He moaned with his next step, wobbling. How was he supposed to get there when he was like this? When his whole body was on fire? Sensitive beyond anything he’d ever felt before. Every slight change of air made his nipples sting in a peculiar way reminiscent of intense tickling. His mouth was so dry and his hands sweaty and shaky. Yet, he couldn’t give up.
Naruto breathed out, straightened his back and took another step. Then another.
His knees buckled as he turned to open the door and the tip of the vibrator dug right into his overstimulated prostate.
“Aah, shit!”
Hands. Naruto panted and trembled but there was no pain in his knees from falling. No carpet burn. Instead a warm body behind him, fingers pressing into the flesh of his waist, hands pulling him into a strong chest.
“Careful, baby boy.”
Daddy. Naruto’s whole body shuddered. He knew this was dangerous, knew he could cum to the sound of this voice. But it did more than arouse him. It felt warm; safe. Naruto breathed and gave in.
Sasuke guided him towards his office chair and made him sit. Then he turned the chair and pulled the box with the green cranes close.
“Which one?”
Naruto gnawed on his lip. What could these contain? What hadn’t they done yet? What could Daddy have…
Sasuke cleared his throat and tapped the desk once. Naruto’s pulse jumped.
Tap.
He licked his lips.
Tap.
There was no escaping it. He shifted on the chair, swallowing against a pained grunt, lifting a finger.
Daddy bent to retrieve the paper bird Naruto had chosen, handing it over with stern eyes.
Naruto’s fingers worked.
“Daddy will cuff your wrists. You may choose the cuffs you feel most comfortable with.”
Calloused fingers stroked a damp strand of hair out of his face. Naruto looked up.
“Decide and then we’ll be done for today.”
Sasuke had gotten him cuffs for his birthday. The thick leather was padded with a soft inner lining and wrapped around his wrists so nicely.
That’s what he chose.
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Naruto lowered his torso. He told himself he was getting ready to pounce but truthfully? His dick ached, hard and leaking. There was nothing predatory to him, save for the wriggling of his ass in the air.
Damn, he felt feverish and desperate and he hated it, but the moment he heard the shower… the sounds coming out of the shower…
He knew them. Listening to Sasuke’s pleasure was nothing new. Being unable to get up and join him, to let himself be pushed against the slippery tiles, his own moans reflecting Sasuke’s with every thrust, however…
The door to the bathroom opened and Naruto purred into the emerging steam.
“Daddy.”
He pressed his chest further into the mattress, arching his back and keeping his head down. Anticipation crawled along his veins. There hadn’t been a word yet but he knew. The plush carpet of their bedroom muffled Sasuke’s steps or maybe it was Naruto’s blood rushing through his ears. He couldn’t hear him. Could only wait, forcing his head to stay down. Down. Down.
Goosebumps erupted all over him as he felt Daddy’s fingers. Slowly they inched their way into his hair, caressing his scalp, massaging behind his ears, sliding deep in and gripping .
Naruto moaned. Daddy pulled.
“Daddy, please, I-”
Sasuke clicked his tongue. His eyes were hard, unforgiving, shutting him up in an instant. He lowered his gaze and the fingers in his hair softened, going back to gentle pressure.
Naruto crawled closer. Now back on his hands and knees, he pressed into his Daddy’s bath-hot body, relishing the soft skin against his own.
Daddy didn’t seem to mind, he didn’t change his stance or the movement of his fingers in Naruto’s hair.
The bed creaked as Naruto sat up further, daringly pressing the length of his body against the man in front of him, humming. Maybe it would trick Sasuke. Maybe he would have mercy and give in to him if he acted cute and innocent. Naruto knew he liked that. Daddy liked his baby boy sweet and pure, untouched by the cruelties of this world.
Only to make him scream and beg and cry.
Maybe he would want to do that now. Maybe Naruto’s cock brushing up against Daddy’s hip would make him shiver and want as much as Naruto did. Maybe Daddy would feel the desperation of his baby boy and relent. Maybe he would forgive him for trying to seduce him and let the waves of pleasure sweep them away.
Daddy snorted and pushed his leg further into Naruto’s crotch, making him yelp and jump back.
He looked up, blinking the tears out of his eyes, refusing to let them fall. Sasuke looked down, holding his gaze with stormy black. His eyebrows were drawn together, creases appearing between them.
Naruto’s dick twitched, even as his chest constricted.
“You were mastur-“
Sasuke stepped forwards. His whole presence commanded Naruto’s attention. Again, he stopped talking, watching hard muscles move under smooth skin. He wanted to be all over him, wanted to touch and feel, he wanted to listen to the sounds he had heard through the wall. He wanted to be the cause of these noises and more. So much more.
They moved in tandem. Every time Daddy approached, Naruto retreated, leaving room for him to be followed, crowded until he laid on his back, Sasuke above him. He was trapped and his heart leapt into his throat.
“Daddy, I-“
He choked.
Steady black bore into him, pinning him in place, making the elbows he’d just managed to get under himself collapse. Daddy followed. His forearms caged Naruto’s torso, his knees bracketed his hips. And his eyes. Naruto couldn’t look away. There was not a single chance he could wrench himself away from this.
His breath caught as Daddy leaned down, breath ghosting over Naruto’s collarbone. He bit down on a desperate whimper.
Sasuke chuckled. His throat moved, Adam's apple bobbing.
“Brat.”
One word. Nothing but a syllable. Daddy’s lips stretched into a filthy smile.
He really should’ve seen the trap. Instead, he had allowed his hopelessly denied dick to commandeer his thoughts.
Naruto surged upwards and when Daddy didn’t resist, he switched their positions. He was now sitting in Daddy’s lap, feet folded across Daddy’s thighs, cock bouncing hard and needy between them. The fluffy towel Sasuke had been wearing had fallen to the side, baring the flesh of his waist and the dip of his hips where they met Naruto’s ass. Naruto licked his lips, unable to stop himself from moving, grinding.
The air shifted. Naruto sucked in a breath as calloused fingers grasped his hips. They weren’t holding him down, weren’t guiding him. There was neither encouragement nor halting, just some raised eyebrows and the familiar weight of Daddy’s big hands on him.
Naruto ran with it.
His lips parted with the sensation of the towel shifting against his balls. He could feel it move, bunching up and making way for the heated flesh beneath. Naruto’s fingers dug into Sasuke’s shoulders. Daddy’s shoulders. His head fell back and his hips moved, searching for friction and finding it. Grinding into the softness of that well-spent cock, wanting to feel it swell, fill out and give him what he craved. What he’d been craving for so long.
Naruto loved edging. He loved getting teased. But he’d never had to go without sex for this long, not after he met Sasuke, certainly not after they started going out. Daddy had always been so good to him. The best. He would not deny him this, right? He would see how patient Naruto had been, how good and obedient. The perfect little pet. And he would give him a taste. A feel. Something.
The pressure in his balls increased, making his cock jump, and it took all of three seconds for Naruto to realize why.
One hand in the nape of his neck.
Daddy’s tongue clicked and his fingers tightened, forcing Naruto’s head down.
The fingers of the other hand digging into his hip painfully.
Daddy raised his leg further, squishing Naruto’s balls against his thigh. His breath shook but he didn’t make a sound.
Naruto lowered his head even more, showing off his submission. He tried to distract himself from the pain, thinking of the fingerprint-shaped bruises he’d sport tomorrow.
The pressure subsided and Naruto held his breath.
His fingers twitched and for a brief moment, he considered clasping his hands behind his back.
He didn’t dare move.
Daddy lifted his knee again and Naruto’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, air rushing out of his lungs. He felt crushed. Humiliated.
Fucking aroused.
Naruto peeked through his lashes, wanting to see Daddy’s face without aggravating him. It wasn’t the first time he tried to seduce his way out of a patience exercise. This wasn’t unusual. It shouldn’t be. Right?
The face he saw, blurred behind his disheveled fringe, was made of stone. There was no movement. No words. Naruto shivered and his breath hitched.
Suddenly, all of his excitement was gone.
This was not good. Sasuke knew how much Naruto flourished under attention and praise. And when he took that away, took his kind words and replaced them with silence…
Naruto’s stomach dropped.
His heart pounded so hard, he could feel it in his fingertips, pulsing through him with every breath.
Daddy’s hands pushed him off and Naruto went without resistance. The cool sheets felt wrong against his heated skin. His fingers clawed into the bedding.
The moment the door shut behind Sasuke, a sob tore out of Naruto’s throat.
He went too far.
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It hurt. Everything hurt and Naruto counted.
“Thirteen.”
The handle of the paddle tapped against the bare sole of his foot. Naruto shifted his knees further apart, muscles aching, lower back protesting. He bit down on the pained grunt. Daddy had told him to not make a sound bar his counting. He had told him to hold it in like a good boy and damn it all, Naruto wanted to be that. He had never wanted to disappoint his Daddy. That night, he…he shouldn’t have tried to seduce him. Daddy had told him more than once that he didn’t like being ambushed like this. And Naruto had still done it. He had gotten impatient and needy and now…
A thud against his shoulder had him jerking, sweaty fingertips slipping on the paper.
“Fourteen.”
Daddy hummed in approval.
Naruto blinked salty moisture out of his eyes. His fingers were swollen by now. Sometimes they felt numb when he pressed the pads of his fingertips along a fold, to make it sharp, to make it good.
The crane’s wings expanded beautifully.
“578.”
There was a pause. Then the paddle swung at him again, leaving his left ass cheek stinging, shifting the vibrator inside him and prompting Naruto to lean away, instinctively trying to escape the jolts of pain mingled with pleasure. Daddy waited and Naruto swallowed the moan back down.
Rough calloused fingers brushed against his heated cheek, wiping at the crusted tracks reflecting his torture.
“Good boy. One more.”
Naruto relished the softness of Daddy’s voice, the gentle touch on his face. This might be his official punishment for being a bratty minx, disobeying because he couldn’t control himself. But the real punishment? The true punishment had happened in the bedroom, where he had been kneeling on the bed, hoping for his Daddy to return, to come back to him and tell him everything was alright. That he would be punished but eventually forgiven.
Sasuke had made him sit there for almost an hour.
When he had come back in, Naruto’s eyes had been red and swollen, his cheeks blotchy and wet. He had looked like a snotty toddler after a tantrum. Daddy’s words.
But even then. Words. Low and gentle, a soft hand in his hair, caressing him, reassuring him. Kind eyes and warm lips showering him with affection.
Naruto had trembled like a leaf in Sasuke’s arms, unable to focus on Sasuke’s apologies for leaving him alone for so long, for scaring him like that. He hadn’t needed to hear it. He had felt the words. They had reverberated in his chest and warmed him up from the inside in a way only Daddy could.
He yelped at the force of the stroke against his thigh, immediately pressing his lips closed, curling in on himself. Shit. He didn’t pay attention, got lost in his thoughts and didn’t anticipate the blow. Fuck.
“Fifteen.”
His voice sounded small, already apologetic. Naruto stayed down and didn’t dare lift his eyes or continue his folding. Maybe if he showed that he had learned to be more patient, to wait for his Daddy’s response, he could get away with the noise.
“What did you say, boy?”
He didn’t sound angry. Daddy’s voice was firm, unrelenting but also warm. Naruto consciously relaxed the tension in his shoulders, clearing his throat.
“Fifteen, Daddy.”
Daddy hummed, stepping closer until he was right next to Naruto.
“Look at me.”
Naruto obeyed. His eyes teared up again at the harsh ceiling light but he didn’t avert them. Couldn’t. Daddy laid his hand over them, wrapping him in delicious darkness and then there were lips. Dry and warm and so soft on his own. Naruto responded immediately, pressing into the caress, angling his body to follow every movement. He shuddered as their tongues met in a familiar rhythm, soothing the pain he endured, igniting a flame in his chest that matched the fire in the pit of his stomach, yet felt completely different.
Sasuke pulled back and Naruto kept his eyes closed as he savoured the feeling, the residue warmth, the taste.
There was a chuckle.
“You forgot to count.”
What?
His eyelids fluttered open. He had to blink several times to focus his vision and see the green bird in his hand.
Another blink, slower this time. His jaw dropped.
It was done. The last time he looked at it, the crane wasn’t even halfway finished, he…
Daddy chuckled again, lips teasing the shell of Naruto’s ear, nipping at the soft flesh.
“So?”
“Mhhm, 579.”
Did it count if he moaned the number?
The small tug on his earlobe was all the approval Naruto needed. He tilted his head, presenting the vulnerable skin and his viscously thrumming pulse. Goosebumps erupted all over him at the low purr that followed.
“Such a good pet, taking it so well. Learning what Daddy teaches him.”
Teeth pierced the sensitive skin right below his ear. Naruto’s dick twitched and leaked.
Patience. He would get relief. He would get what he wanted. And there would be a wish on top of it all.
Naruto breathed out and let go.
Sasuke caught him.
🕊️
“Keys!”
Naruto lifted his hand without turning around. Metal jangled and then sharp ridges pressed into his palm.
He turned around with a victorious smile.
“See? I’m getting better at this every single day.”
Sasuke snorted.
“The only thing you’re not getting better at is getting up when your alarm goes off.”
Naruto tilted his head from side to side, mouthing the words along and sticking out his tongue on top of it. Sasuke said the same thing almost every single morning. Sure, that was because Naruto managed to make them late almost every single morning. It wasn’t his fault his boyfriend was a fucking snack and he couldn’t help staying in bed a teeny tiny bit longer to drag his teeth along Sasuke’s collarbones, bite at his nipples and get himself some tasty breakfast with a side of moans.
Daddy did approve.
Naruto pulled Sasuke’s hat further down, covering his ears properly and leaning in to peck the tip of his nose.
“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
Another snort and Sasuke put his flat hand against Naruto’s face, pushing him away like an over-excited dog.
“Damn right, you will. And you’ll start by getting your ass out of the door and paying for breakfast.”
Naruto’s lips stretched wide. It couldn’t be too bad if Sasuke still wanted to get breakfast together with him.
“At your service, Milord.”
He bowed deeply, almost losing his own hat with the swift motion and earning a sigh.
Sasuke picked up his leather bag and nudged Naruto.
“Oh, you fucking will be. Now move.”
It sent shivers down Naruto’s spine. Shit. How was he supposed to survive this day knowing he would come home to this ?
Naruto shook his head, gripping his keys harder and counting to three.
One.
Deep breathing. The sting of sharp metal calmed his nerves and soothed his overactive mind.
Two.
Closing the door behind them, he took Sasuke’s hand and squeezed slightly. It felt reassuring, right, familiar. This was what they did every morning, this was them.
Three.
Sasuke sat in the corner of the shop two minutes from their apartment, getting his laptop ready because today was his ‘work from home day’ but he didn’t want to change their routine.
Naruto ordered a simple black coffee and the special of the day alongside a single cinnamon roll.
Good. It was fine. He would be fine.
When he approached the table, Sasuke looked up. Naruto’s cheeks heated and his belly rumbled. That smile. So innocent to the public eye, yet…
He slid into the booth next to his boyfriend, not caring one bit about the old grumpy woman muttering under her breath nearby..
He kissed his man like he did every morning, maybe with a little more force.
He reached for the cinnamon roll the same way he always did, breaking off a piece and holding it out in front of Sasuke’s lips.
He shuddered and smiled when the roughness of a tongue lapped away at the only sweet treat Sasuke tolerated. If Naruto fed it to him.
It was a good morning and it didn’t matter that Naruto arrived ten minutes late for his meeting. Not when his lips still tingled and his stomach was doing funny flips.
Like a damn hormonal teenager, honestly. He loved it.
🕊️
A tremor shot through his hand. Naruto paused, waiting for his fingers to feel steady again.
“788.”
A low hum was the only response he got but it didn’t matter. He knew he was right, he was on a roll. If only his body would stop reacting.
Another shudder trickled down his spine, leaving goosebumps behind. Naruto blinked the sweat out of his eyes, glad that he’d been sitting here so long he barely felt the vibrations inside him anymore. Focusing was easier like this.
He knew the numbness wouldn’t prevail and the moment his prostate remembered how to talk to the receptors in his brain the resulting sensations would have him dying a little.
But not yet. Right now, all that mattered were colourful squared sheets of paper and the tiny birds his hands transformed them into.
“789.”
He didn’t wait for Daddy to acknowledge the successfully folded crane, reaching for the next paper without a pause. Even though he had been counting all along, Naruto lost track of how many birds he’d already made today or how long he’d been at it. All he could see was the stack of remaining sheets getting smaller, closer to the end. They were stacked in tiny towers of 100 pieces each and there were only two left. The third one was almost completely gone and that did something to him.
Naruto licked his lips, the chain between his cuffed wrists noisy as he lifted his arms to swipe at the sweaty hair poking his eye. Next to him, Daddy’s feet shuffled.
“790.”
His fingers fumbled with the corner of the paper. It was like they couldn’t grab it anymore, numb and trembling as they were. But he wanted to go on. He knew Daddy would be proud of him if he stopped now but he couldn’t, he didn’t want to. The end of it all was calling him, enticing him with sweet release and no more torture. Rest for his abused body, at least for a while.
That was the funny thing. Naruto wanted this. He loved almost every second of sitting here and doing exactly what Daddy told him to, enduring all the pleasure and pain, making him proud to be Naruto’s Daddy.
But he also really needed this to end.
“791.”
Fortunately, his hands remembered every step on their own by now. His muscle memory was amazing and allowed him to zone out, focus on not getting too close to the edge, and not messing up, instead of trying to remember what to do next. Unfortunately, that also meant he had more time to think.
About the fact that he needed about five minutes for one crane, for example. There were 209 of them left for him to make, so if he kept going without a break, he would be done by tomorrow. He would need 17 and a half hours to complete the task and…that didn’t sound too bad, now did it?
He could do that. He could keep going and get done and finally, finally…
“Stop.”
All motion ceased.
It wasn’t a safeword but Naruto’s brain treated it like one, immediately trying to figure out what went wrong. His breathing picked up. He didn’t rip anything, right? He didn’t…what did he do wrong? He just wanted to keep folding. He wanted to make Daddy proud and finish the task he gave him, that he’d been working on for more than three months now.
Strong arms closed around his head, soft lips firmly pressed into his damp hair. It was only now that Naruto realized the vibrations had stopped and the cuffs were gone. He swallowed against the lump of disappointment lodged in his throat.
This wasn’t supposed to end like this, not today.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Then he heard Daddy’s voice.
“…Baby boy. That’s it. Come back to me. Everything’s okay, you did nothing wrong. I am so proud of you. You listened so well when Daddy told you to stop. My precious little pet. There we go.”
His words wrapped around Naruto like a fluffy blanket, warm and fuzzy, heating his core. Daddy’s voice was soft, his words so kind and full of praise, it filled Naruto’s heart with relief, pushing the self-doubt and panic away, so he could breathe easier.
Another kiss was pressed to the crown of his head.
“That’s right, take some good and deep breaths for Daddy. Good boy. Got into your head a little, baby, hm?”
He wanted to answer. Naruto could feel his lips parting, throat working to get his voice out but nothing came. He turned his head into Daddy’s chest, pushing his nose into the tight muscles of his abdomen.
There was a pause, then a slow hand stroking his hair.
“Okay, I understand. Relax, darling. It’s okay, you don’t need to speak.”
Something loosened in his chest. What broke through was a mixture of a silent sob, a deep sigh of relief and something undefinable. Naruto sagged into the warm embrace, barely able to lift his arms and reciprocate.
Daddy hummed soothingly.
“Shhh. Don’t move. You’ve exhausted yourself, now you get to rest. It’s okay. You did an amazing job today. Now it’s time to relax. Come on, I’ll help you.”
And help he did. Daddy untied all remaining restraints, freeing Naruto’s aching body and pulling him up. He didn’t even pause to see if Naruto could walk on his own, seamlessly grabbing Naruto around the waist to support his weight.
By the time they reached the bathroom, the numbness had subsided and every step felt like Naruto was walking on fire, his insides twisting, fingers throbbing and pulsing.
Daddy removed the vibrator and sat him down on the small stool in their shower. Naruto couldn’t help himself, looking up the moment he heard clothes rustling.
He got a chuckle in response. His ears felt hot.
“Still so eager for me. I can’t decide if that makes you a naughty boy or even more adorable.”
Naruto lowered his head, cheeks burning but Daddy wouldn’t have any of it. Bare feet padded closer and a gentle hand guided Naruto’s head back up. He felt feverish, looking at Sasuke like this.
“That was not a reprimand, not at all. You are so sweet, so obedient.”
He bent down and pressed their lips together, swallowing Naruto’s crackling moan.
His lips stayed close, even after they parted, breath tickling Naruto’s heated skin.
“And you’re all mine.”
Naruto shuddered through a wave of pleasure. Shit. Daddy’s words were a drug and he was addicted. So fucking addicted.
“Let’s get you all clean and then I’ll take a look at your hands.”
He waited for Naruto to nod, then pressed a kiss into his temple and got to work.
🕊️
Dinner was cold.
Naruto’s eyes shifted to the clock for the fifth time in the last two minutes. It felt wrong. Sasuke had never been this late, or at least not without telling Naruto.
It was odd.
He could live with that.
But of course, something like this just had to happen on the very day he had decided to surprise his boyfriend, to greet him in a way he only ever would when they had agreed on a scene beforehand, when he knew the exact hour Daddy would be stepping through their front door. Today wasn’t like that.
Naruto had been planning the whole day. Since he’d had a day off, he decided to do some chores, clean the bathroom, file their paperwork and repot the plants that needed it.
Then he had taken a nap and when he woke up, he had started on dinner. He had been productive and he felt good about himself, so as soon as the soup was cooked and the potatoes were in the oven, Naruto had prepared himself. He wanted Daddy to be proud of him, he wanted him to come home to a pretty and well-groomed pet, obedient and patient and all ready for him, just the way he liked it.
On top of that, they hadn’t had a session in five days and Naruto was getting antsy, so that was that.
The problem was that Sasuke never arrived. Not at his usual time, not ten minutes later and even now, almost an hour after he should’ve been home, there was no sign of him. It made Naruto’s anxiety rise.
He wanted to get up and text him, to call and ask if anything was wrong, if he should be as worried as he already was.
Instead, he knelt. His knees were cushioned by a plush little pillow they often used when a session required Naruto to stay on the floor for a while. It didn’t take all of the discomforts of kneeling away, hands clasped behind his straight back, head tilted down, but it did take the edge off.
The clock ticked.
What could’ve kept Sasuke this long? He didn’t have a meeting scheduled, so one of those running late was out of the question. Unless there had been an emergency one Naruto didn’t know about. Maybe a client called five seconds before Sasuke was off? They tended to do that to Naruto, so that was a possibility. People were like that. Or maybe that creepy guy from the other side of the hallway tried to chat up his boyfriend again. Maybe he should do something about that. Daddy got to claim him in public, so why couldn’t Naruto? He should. Sasuke should be wearing a fucking flashing sign that he was taken. That he was Naruto’s. His Daddy, only his.
The door swung open with a quiet hiss of cool outside air and Naruto straightened his back on instinct, ignoring the shiver and the way his bared nipples hardened painfully.
Finally.
Sasuke’s keys jingled when he pulled them out of the lock, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
Naruto stayed silent, waiting.
He could feel the moment Sasuke turned around, could hear the sharp intake of breath.
“Naruto?”
The muscles in his neck strained. He wanted to snap his head up, to look into Sasuke’s eyes and find out why his voice was tired, why it sounded so defeated. He pointedly sank his knees deeper into the pillow.
Sasuke sighed but there was a smile in his words, hidden in the shadows of exhaustion.
“You can speak, baby. I…I’m sorry. I don’t think I can play tonight.”
Naruto stumbled to his feet, his eyes trained on the deep lines between Sasuke’s eyes.
His knees cracked and another line appeared.
“How long have you been kneeling there?”
He waved the comment away, stepping over the pillow to take Sasuke’s work bag and help him out of his coat. It was slightly damp and Naruto scrunched his nose when the rough fabric brushed against his hard nipples.
Sasuke waited for him to hang the coat before he grabbed Naruto’s upper arms and turned him around.
“How long?”
Naruto looked to the side, counting the tally marks on the door frame to their kitchen.
Daddy’s hand seized his jaw, forcing Naruto to face deep dark freedom.
“How. Long.”
He swallowed.
“About an hour?”
Sasuke let him go, leaving Naruto to stumble two steps back, shaking himself out of the sudden daze.
“Go put on something warm and comfortable.”
Naruto inhaled. Daddy looked up from untying his shoes.
His mouth closed. He nodded and turned around to retrieve his sweatpants.
🕊️
If Naruto could, he would purr.
Snuggled up on the couch with his boyfriend, he couldn't fathom what could be better than this.
Sure, he could be on his hands and knees, screaming Daddy’s name but like this, he could listen to his heartbeat, the low voices of some generic movie in the background.
Instead of following orders, he got to feed his boyfriend. Quite literally. Sasuke had been so exhausted, Naruto had sat on his lap and spoon-fed him his soup. He had offered him crunchy potatoes dipped in homemade quark with herbs and managed to push a few grapes between his man’s lips as well.
Now, they were finally satisfied, though not in the way Naruto would’ve hoped them to be, or at least Sasuke. He himself was still prohibited from any stimulation and orgasm, no matter his frequent daydreams of Sasuke finally breaking and taking him.
Naruto hummed and the fingers carding through his hair paused for a second.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded against Sasuke’s chest.
“I’m fine. Better than I thought.”
The fingers on his scalp continued their movement.
“You know I wouldn’t have fucked you, even though I really wanted to, right?”
Another nod. Yes, he knew. Daddy’s self-restraint was irrationally good.
Sasuke chuckled and pressed his lips to the top of his head.
“Thank you, baby. You looked delectable, the food was amazing and I feel so lucky to have you.”
Naruto lifted his head just enough to look into tired eyes, shining in the dim light of their salt crystal lamps.
The corners of Sasuke’s mouth lifted.
“Someone once told me, ‘Fortunate are those who find someone whose crazy matches theirs.’ You match mine, my precious feral minx of a baby boy.”
It ached. Somewhere in his chest and behind his eyelids. Naruto surged forward, upward, into Sasuke.
The tears fell against Sasuke’s whisper.
“I love you.”
🕊️
A few more.
He only needed to make a few more and he would be done.
Naruto kept moving his feet as much as he could. He was bound to the chair by now, his ankles to the legs of it, his torso to the backrest. To make sure he wouldn’t shy away from the vibrator blasting against his prostate, Daddy had fixed a spreader bar between his knees.
And the cuffs.
God damn it, the cuffs.
They were the reason Naruto had ended up with all these additional restraints anyway.
Naruto had been doing so well, working away on his stash of papers meticulously. And then the cuffs had made it so much harder to move his hands. His fingers were a shaking mess, his wrists aching so badly.
Not to mention how sensitive his whole body was. Naruto didn’t think his dick had ever felt like this. Or his balls. They stung and burned and felt ready to burst, yet weren’t allowed, while his prostate… Well. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure that thing still existed. Maybe the vibrator has finally ground it out?
And then he had squirmed and ripped another crane in two because yes, indeed, his prostate hadn’t vaporized under the abuse. On the contrary, it had started feeling swollen.
His finger slipped again and Naruto hissed. Another cut. That had been happening more frequently, too. His hands were littered with tiny stinging cuts.
But he couldn’t stop. Not now.
Daddy watched him open up another bird’s wings. The sensation of his dark eyes on him traveled through Naruto’s body like liquid fire.
“998.”
Two.
He was a whole of two flappy cranes away from the bliss of an orgasm. Or so he hoped. That’s what Daddy had insinuated, why he kept watching him like a hawk. Because he wasn’t allowed to cum yet, not yet.
“Continue.”
The command made him close his eyes. Fuck. He had come so far and now it felt impossible to move, to get it done. He only needed to fold two more tiny birds and everything would be over.
It sounded like heaven.
Naruto dreaded it as much as he yearned for release.
His hands worked without any conscious effort. Folding and unfolding. Bending and twisting. So familiar, so painful.
“999.”
Daddy’s palm burned the back of his neck.
He was so close now because this was it. This was the last one. Naruto rubbed his palms together, trying to get rid of some sweat and curb the tremors. It was a futile effort, he knew but it didn’t need to last long.
Five minutes. One crane. That was all he needed.
The palm pushed into him, spreading heat. His stomach turned.
Shit.
“Focus, boy.”
Naruto pressed his lips together, only managing a nod in response, afraid his voice would shake to the rhythm of his heart. He could feel it beating, drumming against his ribcage harder with every fold, every successful turn of the paper.
Almost. Almost.
The fragile paper body inflated gracefully.
“1000.”
He held his breath.
Daddy took the bird out of his hands, inspected it and set it down next to the row of cranes he had folded today.
It sounded muffled, the way their paper wings crinkled together to keep all of them upright, ready to take flight.
“Congratulations, boy. You fulfilled the task.”
The words were hard to make out and he shook his head, trying to pop his ears. Something in his stomach exploded.
His vision blurred and Naruto’s body sagged into the restraints.
🕊️
There was a fluffy cloud beneath his head and it smelled like Daddy’s shampoo.
What a weird thought.
Naruto turned his head and groaned. Everything hurt, his temple throbbed in tandem with his fingertips. He swallowed, trying to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth.
“Water?”
Another turn of his head, too fast, made the world spin. Naruto had to close his eyes to curb nausea. He tried to move his hand.
But he couldn’t. It was stuck, there was a gentle weight and a soft pressure of calloused fingers.
Someone was holding his hand.
Naruto wrinkled his nose, trying to focus.
No, not holding it. He forced his way through cotton and brick walls.
Massage. It is a massage.
That did explain the constant spikes of pain shooting through his arm and shoulder, bubbling together in his chest.
Naruto hissed against the blinding light.
“Take your time. You’ve been out for almost an hour.”
What?
It did make sense. If he hadn’t been unconscious for so long, he wouldn’t be here. Daddy had clearly untied him and washed him, too, because his body felt fresh and clean. Lying in a heavenly smelling bed.
This time, he remembered to turn his head slowly, breathing out when Sasuke came into view.
His boyfriend smiled but concern lurked in the depths of his eyes.
Naruto’s voice broke, rasping through the words.
“I’m okay, Sasuke. Don’t worry.”
The worry lines didn’t disappear. Instead, the massage stopped and the bed dipped.
“Are you sure?”
Naruto hummed, tilting his head upwards and exposing his throat. It did earn him a chuckle.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Minty breath floated past his ear.
“So well mannered. I think you deserve your reward. But first, drink some water.”
Daddy helped him sit up and held the glass to his lips. It worked wonders. A mere minute after emptying his glass of water, Naruto’s vision cleared and his head stopped pounding.
Maybe he had been dehydrated.
His legs wobbled a little when he got up but he managed to stand on his own. He was not an invalid. And he had been promised a reward.
He didn’t look back on his way to the kitchen but he knew Daddy followed. His steps were prominent on the stone floor, a reassuring familiarity in every echo down the hall.
Naruto made his way to the living room, flopping down on the couch with a sigh.
Apparently Daddy took a detour, because when he walked up to him, there was a pill in his hand alongside a fresh glass of water.
“Advil.”
He opened his lips for the medicine and drank obediently, closing his eyes.
Outside, the birds chirped.
Daddy sat down at his feet, cradling them in his lap as he reached for the fussy knitted blanket his mother had gifted them when they moved in together. It scratched slightly against Naruto’s bare legs but it was the warmest thing he’d ever felt.
There was silence for a while. Slowly but surely his headache subsided, chased away by the pill, the hydration and the slow trickle of evening sunlight.
“So…”
Naruto's ears perked up. He lifted his head to look at the man next to him.
“You folded 1000 cranes, as Daddy told you to. You followed all the instructions as best you could.”
He couldn’t help but recall his failures. His inability to accept punishments Daddy set out for him. This had been designed to push his boundaries and Naruto had loved it but…
Daddy’s thumb pressed into the sole of his foot and Naruto’s head fell back with an obscenely loud groan.
“And you managed not to ejaculate without permission.”
Yes. Yes, he did that and he hadn’t thought it possible before. He was surprised at how well he had managed to take all the edges. Which didn’t mean it had been easy, it hadn’t been. It had been torture every time Daddy stopped or told him to stop. Or when he’d had to hold it in while…
The hand moved up to his ankle, circling the protruding bone and sliding up his calf. Naruto bit his lip, shifting his knees further apart.
Daddy squeezed his leg, prompting Naruto to look up into sparkling dark eyes.
“I am very proud of you, baby boy. I hope you did learn your lesson.”
Fuck yes, he did. Or he thought he did. The problem with an exercise that lasted for months was that Naruto’s brain started to accept it as the new normal. So remembering what had started it was hard. But he knew some things.
Fingers tapped his knee as they crawled past it. Naruto sucked in a breath when the fingertips grazed his inner thigh, causing his muscles to twitch.
The blanket shifted, falling to the side.
Daddy’s smile warmed him so much more than the blanket ever could.
“To wait for permission.”
Hm? Oh yeah, the things he learned.
He definitely learned that one, at least for the coming months. He’d waited for permission for so long now…
Daddy’s fingertips slid up and down his thigh in slow, light movements, not a tickle, not a stroke, something deliciously in between. Naruto closed his eyes and let his legs fall open, leaning into the sensation.
“To not tease your Daddy.”
No. No, he would still tease him. Naruto lifted his hips when Daddy’s fingers skimmed the hem of his underwear. It earned him a deep chuckle and he shivered.
“To not ambush him.”
Naruto moaned. Daddy’s fingers had gripped him through the fabric, kneading the growing bulge, and he was so sensitive he almost didn’t hear the words.
Shit.
He was so fucking hard already. It was embarrassing.
“To be patient.”
Daddy ground the palm of his hand into Naruto’s balls gently. They were so swollen, it felt like they would crack and burst any second now but Naruto didn’t want him to stop. Pleasure tingled down his spine every time Daddy changed direction, making his dick twitch.
His mouth had fallen open by now, choppy breaths and needy moans leaving him.
The hand disappeared and Naruto blinked rapidly. Daddy raised an eyebrow, wiggling his fingers.
“Hm? Did you? Learn all of that?”
There was a growl lodged in his throat. How dare he? How dare Daddy tease him like this? He made him pass out. Naruto had fucking passed out right on the spot because of him and now he wanted his reward, not a lesson!
The elastic band of his underwear snapped against his lower belly, making him jump and groan.
Okay. Okay, okay.
Naruto licked his lips and breathed out the word.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
He clawed his fingers into the soft fabric of the couch. Of course he heard him. Daddy always heard him. Naruto closed his eyes, counting to three before looking straight back into mirthfully glistening eyes.
Gorgeous. And so mean.
His chest rose with a deep breath.
“Yes, Daddy, I learned.”
The fingers returned, making their way under the fabric this time.
“Good, okay.”
Daddy’s voice was so soft. Naruto could hear every emotion and he relished them.
His muscles clenched as rough fingers touched his aching cock, giving it two dry and chafing strokes before retreating and tapping his hip.
It took him less than a second to lift his butt so Daddy could slide the shorts off. The living room was warm but still felt cool against the taut and heated skin of his dick. He could feel his balls draw up, closer to the heat of his body.
There was a click and then Daddy’s hand returned, cold and wet, stroking him slowly. Naruto shuddered.
“So pretty. So hard and eager.”
He couldn’t see it, head thrown back and eyes closed, but he could imagine the way Daddy watched him. Could feel his eyes on every patch of skin. His dick twitched. A thumb pressed into the tip and Naruto’s thighs tensed.
“Nggg, fuck.”
The pressure subsided and Naruto breathed. Daddy’s other hand patted his thighs, coaxing them to relax but he didn’t stop stroking. Measured, consistent movements along the entire lenght of Naruto, occasionally dipping down to his balls, drawing that orgasm closer with every passing minute.
“Look at your cock, drooling all over my hand.”
He didn’t need to look. He could feel it. Could feel his dick throb and pulse, could feel himself leaking.
The strokes stopped, replaced by a single finger following the length of him, gathering his fluids.
Naruto did look up when he heard Daddy moan, blinking at the sight of the man, eyes closed, a finger, probably the same he’d felt on his dick a second before, in his mouth.
Shit. Fuck.
He fell back with a groan and Daddy chuckled. His breath fanned over him, he could feel the shift of weight on the couch.
“You’ve been holding back for so long. Are you ready? Do you want to cum?”
The words were slow, or maybe that was his brain processing them, slow and dark. Naruto shivered and nodded.
“Yeah? Say it. Tell Daddy how much you want it.”
A moan ripped out of him as the strokes resumed, different now. Alternating between fast movements and that delicious twist of his wrist Daddy did so well.
Naruto scratched at the fabric of the couch and bit his lip, hard. He needed to focus. The words were stuck in his chest and his throat felt raw but no matter how hard it was, Daddy had asked him to speak. And he learned. He obeyed.
He was a good boy.
His back bowed.
“Nyaaa, I want it. Please, please, Daddy, I want it. Have nggh, have been a-a good boy, I…”
Naruto swallowed, hips chasing the hand on his dick, moving with it.
“Wanna cum, wanna…please, please, please, please…”
His voice rasped, then broke, leaving nothing but hot air to carry his pleas. His body pulsated. every stroke igniting the fire anew. His dick hurt, full and hard, still unable to let go.
Shit, he needed to let go.
“Please, Daddy, please.”
“Such a good boy, begging for me. Squirming and writhing so beautifully.”
Daddy sounded pleased. His voice was a gentle caress, soothing his hypersensitive nerves.
He did good, right? Daddy hummed and kept going. There was another shock of cold slick lube that had Naruto moaning. His back arched, his whole body taut and ready, muscles clenching, hips writhing.
Daddy put his other hand on Naruto’s abdomen and pushed him back down. He could feel soft and slow circles against his hip.
“Okay, okay. Breathe, baby.”
He sucked in the air, only to lose it in a high-pitched keen when the hand on his dick changed tactics.
Now.
The way Daddy moved, the way he stroked exactly the way he knew Naruto liked.
Now.
He would be cumming, oh shit he would get to cum, he…
Naruto’s mouth worked around unintelligible words, his mind was so full, so fixated, it was hard to think past the overwhelming urge.
He had been waiting for so long.
“There we go.”
The hand on his stomach pushed harder and Naruto cried out.
“Cum for me, darling.”
For a second, it felt like his body had forgotten how to orgasm. Naruto felt suspended. There was nothing, no breath, no sound, no gravity.
And then pleasure slammed into him, his hips bucked up and he screamed.
🕊️
He had no idea how long it lasted.
It felt like forever until his senses returned to him, his body sore, his chest so unbelievably warm and full.
Daddy had cleaned him up gently, mindful of every twitch and hiss. He didn’t bother redressing him, instead pulling the blanket over them and wrapping his arms around Naruto.
Lips nipped at the shell of his ear. Naruto scooted further back, pushing his ass into Daddy’s front.
Teeth pierced into the cartilage.
“D-daddyyy”
A chuckle. Deep and rich and right. So incredibly right.
“Yes, baby boy?”
He grunted and buried his face into the arm underneath his head.
Daddy kissed the top of his head.
“Now, any idea what your wish is gonna be, yet?”
Naruto smiled.